134 073. City of Slaves -1 Part Two

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The slaves – no, hang on. Aslan’s subjects that had regained their freedom settled down nicely in the ancient ruin. While watching them get quickly acclimatised to their new home, I got ready to leave.

I, uh, stored the treasures, weapons of both hand-held and siege type varieties, as well as the Cyclops Golem statues in my item window for ‘safe’ keeping. Of course, I also didn’t forget to pack away some dragon scales as well as its meat.

“My lord, are you really giving us all these things?”

Damon made a stunned expression as he stared at the remainder of the treasure trove, as well as the dragon meat. Excluding its torso, a single leg was all that remained now in the ancient ruin.

I nodded my head. “Isn’t it going to be enough to feed you guys for months?”

“Well, yes. That’s true,” Damon answered with a somewhat stupefied expression. “However, there is a legend that has been passed down since the ancient times, my lord. It says that a knight or a magician who consumes dragon’s meat will grow stronger at a much quicker rate… Are you really giving such precious meat to us?”

“Even if there’s some kind of an improvement, how noticeable can it be anyway? Besides, you guys don’t have enough food in this place, right? And if you don’t eat the meat quickly enough, it’s going to spoil.”

“Are you really going to leave us?”

Damon and Tina, as well as countless people, gathered by the exit and looked at me with rueful longing.

I stopped packing my things away and could only grin awkwardly at them. “Why, you want to follow me this time as well?”

Damon shook his head. “I must remain and look after these folks, my lord. However…”

He glanced at Tina next to him.

While holding a crude little wooden staff with both of her hands, Tina cautiously walked up closer to me. “May I… be permitted to accompany you?”

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I stared at her in confusion. “Why? You now have a safe haven, don’t you?”

“The truth is… I’d like to learn magic from you, Lord Angel.”

“Eh?”

I tutted internally at Tina’s words that sounded like a flight of fancy. Hopes and dreams? Gimme a break.

Here was a group of slaves who continued to hold on even as they were mistreated and tormented by their so-called masters.

Some of these slaves used to be Necromancers. Not only that, others used to have a pretty scary-sounding job title such as a mercenary, hunter, or assassin, while the rest were experienced in various professions such as servants, maids, merchants, farmers, etc, etc…

Even without my help, these people would’ve survived perfectly well on their own.

“Besides, Lord Angel. You don’t know much about the kingdom’s ways, so allow me to guide you. Please let me serve you.”

When Tina said that, I glanced at Hans.

He made a troubled face while saying, “Ah, I’m merely planning to show you the way. I’ll be returning to this ruin right afterwards.”

Hans was asked to provide education to the people living here in return for Damon providing aid during the Alchemy research.